#jaewon

Nam-Gyu x fem!reader

18+ content ahead! Degradation, choking/breath control, nose pinching, hand over mouth, forced swallowing, overstimulation, oral fixation, spitting, hair pulling, rough sex, possessive language, messy/filthy dynamics, dubcon(?)

You’re not sure when exactly you stopped thinking.

Maybe it was the second time he shoved you back down on your knees. Maybe it was when he called you a little cumdump in that low, cruel voice. Or maybe it was earlier—when you opened the door in just a tank top and panties and saw the look in his eyes.

That you’re mine and I’m gonna ruin you look.

Now, your jaw aches, your throat burns, and your mascara is smudged all the way down your cheeks. You can’t tell if the wetness between your thighs is slick or drool or both.

And Namgyu’s still not done with you.

He’s leaning against the couch now, shirt halfway unbuttoned, belt hanging open. His cock twitches against his stomach, thick and glistening, stained with your spit. His hand is tangled in your hair like it belongs there, yanking you back just enough so he can look you in the eyes.

“Open,” he says.

You obey without thinking. Mouth wide, tongue out.

He stares for a moment, silent.

Then he lets out a slow exhale. “Fuck. Look at you.”

You blink up at him, dazed and needy.

“Messy little slut,” Namgyu mutters. “You like this, don’t you?”

You nod.

“Louder.”

“Yes.” Your voice cracks. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” He slaps your cheek lightly. Not enough to hurt, just to sting. “Like being on your knees? Like gagging for it?”

You nod again, mouth still open, drool pooling under your tongue.

He chuckles. “You’re disgusting.”

Then he drags the head of his cock across your tongue, slow and deliberate. His fingers tighten in your hair when you moan.

You try to take him deeper, desperate to feel him at the back of your throat again, but he pulls back and tsks.

“Greedy,” he murmurs. “Did I say you could have it?”

You shake your head, lips trembling.

Namgyu grips your jaw tight, thumb digging into your cheek. “No, you didn’t. You don’t get anything until I say so. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

And with that, he shoves his cock back into your mouth—rougher this time. You gag instantly, throat squeezing around him. He doesn’t stop. He thrusts again, deeper, until your nose is pressed against his pelvis.

You try to breathe through your nose.

That’s when he clamps it shut.

Your eyes fly open, panic flaring, but his other hand is already covering your mouth too. You can’t inhale. Can’t move. Can’t do anything except choke around him.

And he loves it.

“Swallow,” he growls.

You try. Your throat clenches instinctively, and the second you do, he groans—low and feral, like he just came again.

He finally lets go of your nose. You gasp sharply through it, coughing, spit running down your chin.

But he doesn’t stop fucking your face.

“Filthy little thing,” Namgyu snarls, watching your tears spill. “This what you wanted? To get stuffed like a fucktoy?”

You try to nod, but you’re too full, too stretched.

He grabs both sides of your face and holds you there—balls-deep in your throat—until your vision starts to blur.

Then he pulls out and slaps your face again. You gasp for air, coughing and drooling and so dizzy you nearly collapse.

He doesn’t let you.

He yanks you by the hair, forcing you to sit up on your knees.

“Look at me.”

You do. Barely. Your mouth hangs open, strings of spit connecting your lips.

“You want my cum?” he sneers. “You wanna swallow it all like a good little bitch?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

He fists his cock, jerking himself fast, rough, still staring at your fucked-out face like he’s memorizing it.

You moan, mouth open, tongue out, begging silently.

Namgyu groans. His hips jerk.

And then he finishes—hot and messy, spilling across your tongue and lips and chin. You try to catch it all, but some drips down your throat before you can swallow.

He slaps your cheek again.

“Don’t fucking waste it.”

And before you can answer, he covers your mouth with his palm again.

Then pinches your nose shut.

You panic for a second, gag reflex twitching. His cum slides thick down your tongue. But you know what he wants. You always know what he wants.

You swallow.

Once.

Twice.

And he feels it through his hand—feels your throat work to take every drop. His cock twitches in his grip like he’s gonna come again.

You gasp for air when he finally pulls his hand away.

But he doesn’t let go of your face. Just tilts your head back, stares at your lips.

“Open.”

You do. Just barely. Showing him your tongue, your clean mouth.

Namgyu smirks.

“Good girl.”

You whimper, too brainless to speak. Your body’s shaking. Your throat is sore. You can still feel his cum sliding down into your stomach.

He crouches in front of you suddenly, one hand cupping your cheek.

“You okay, baby?”

You nod.

His voice softens—just slightly. “You sure?”

“Uh-huh,” you whisper.

He leans in. Kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Messy thing,” he murmurs. “You swallowed all of it.”

You shiver. “You made me.”

He grins.

“Damn right I did.”

Then he pushes two fingers into your mouth.

You suck on them instantly.

“God,” Namgyu mutters, voice low. “You were made for this.”

You moan around his fingers, grinding your thighs together, soaking wet.

“You wanna come now, pretty baby?”

You nod eagerly.

He grabs you by the hair again.

“Then get on the bed. Face down, ass up. I’m not done with you yet.”